(Lazarus mentions "splitting the atom" -- as though you can divide anyone into two selves, two bodies, one good and one bad, one Doctor and one Master. As though when we look in a mirror, no matter how dark or how warped, we're seeing somebody else. As though one heart beating could stop another. Between the person you'd like to be, and the worst that you're capable of, falls the shadow. Or is it just a very large vase?)
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men...
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow.
While Donna makes Christmas Morning margaritas -- with oranges, instead of lemons -- Wilf opens his present: Fighting The Future, by Joshua Naismith. Weird gift. Sylvia preens over her sweater from Donna -- who's making tuppence -- and asks altogether more politely than she used to whether Donna saved the receipt. They rag on Wilf for grumping around all morning, and Donna asks him how he likes his present. He just wants to know why she got it for him. "I dunno, I just saw it in the shop and thought of you. It just felt like the sort of thing you should have..." She fugues out a moment, and then comes back to when Sylvia laughs over a sexy Santa card from Charlie Morton. "Isn't that rude?" They laugh, as he stares at the book.
A certain hottie, Mr. Danes, takes the tape off the Master's mouth at Naismith's request. He begs for food, and Joshua summons food for him as he explains that his daughter Abigail is the one who'd noticed the rumors about the return of Harold Saxon, his disciples and foretold return. "It's the sort of thing she finds rather thrilling," Naismith says, as she and the Master stare weirdly at each other. "The very man we need, and he's here!" she claps, as the Master tastes the air. And isn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?